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eem ok so I meant to have finished this for swiftli week at the beginning of this month and I . clearly did not . BUT . decora fashion swiftli !!
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âœïž Thank You! đź
Hi, Swiftli enjoyers! We just wanted to say thank you so much for participating in DnDads Swiftli Week 2024. The sheer amount of fanart, fanfiction, and other fan content truly blew us away! Thank you for spreading the word, sharing the love, and making this week a ton of fun! đ„°
That said, if you still have creations in the works for the week or for a certain prompt that couldn't be posted on time - no worries! Just make sure to tag with '#dndads swiftli week 2024' or simply tag us, and we'll reblog any and all submissions, regardless of posting time.
Thanks again, and let's all have fun listening to the final episodes of DnDads season 2!
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âA baby is a lot of responsibility,â Grant says, looking from his book and adjusting his glasses. âI justâŠwant to be sure it's something you can handle.â He gives Linc a half smile. Lincoln doesn't return it, frowning.
âDad. Iâm 28 next month, though I guess technically like 160- but that's beside the point, we can handle this. I don't need you projecting your own anxieties onto me. Weâve thought about this for two years, really thought about it.â Lincoln expresses. âI want to have a family.â He looks over to Taylor whoâs smiling at him. Linc grabs his hand, giving it a squeeze, mostly for his own comfort than Taylorâs.
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woo! heres the first chapter of a small fic for the final and 7th day of swiftli week 2024: Out of Time / Dancing / Future AU
when id intially decided to write for this event i saw that the last day had future au on it so i was like!! omg!! and decided to start smth about swiftli adopting a kid together when they're adults, and what started as a oneshot became a full length fic idea soooo ill be updating this as consistently as i can!
i just love found family type stuff as well as foster parent type aus, so i decided to add it all into the mix! wee!
i loved swiftli week and making all these diff projects for it! i love swiftli so im glad i was able to make a bunch of stuff for this ship, and i definitely think i want to participate in more fandom events because i loved writing and drawing for it as well as reading and seeing other people's interpretations of these prompts, so thank u to the creators for making smth so fun as well as all the other ppl in this fandom who decided to participate! loved this sm!!!
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Swiftli dancing together (for swiftli week) Image description in ALT and below
[ID: Three monochrome colored sketches of Taylor and Lincoln dancing together. The first scene has the duo facing each other while smiling. Taylor has a hand on Link's shoulder and Link has one on his side while their other hands are clasped while raised upward. Both have vests, formal shirts, and pants on. The second scene is in casual clothing with Link in his school jacket, shorts, and a striped tee shirt while Taylor wears a long skirt, boots, and a shirt with an anime girl on it. He is in his wheelchair while both hold hands and gaze at each other. The last scene shows both standing with Taylor being dipped by Lincoln. Taylor has on a vest, pants, and formal shirt while his friend wears a long dress. The words dance with me, baby are written at the bottom of the canvas. In all scenes Taylor has little horns and a thin demon tail with a singular curl in it. ID end.]
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relax liberalsđ€Ł this is called giving up because i had a headache dont look into the anatamy at all your body will start falling apart from the sheer horor dont even ask for implications because i dont know!!
i'll probably do day 8 n 9 tomorrow im tired
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chug jug with you played when i first started the colors uh i think thats important
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so energy drinks dont really work on me fun fact i just feel like im going to explode/silly
anyways taylor is hellbent on winning...heh
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last minute wip for swiftli week :) kind of upset i couldnât make something for any of the daily prompts due to schoolwork, BUT i still wanted to celebrate!!! better late than never :D
@swiftli-week-2024
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"i'm gonna fall."
"you're not gonna fall, just follow my lead."
Swiftli Week Day 7: Dancing / Out of Time / Future AU
link is teaching taylor how to dance in their living room for their upcoming wedding :)


buy me a cookie! (ko-fi)
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DAY 7 // OUT OF TIME/ DANCING/ FUTURE AU
did a little oakworthy and swiftli roleswap type thing

sorry not sorryâŠ..
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Swiftli week days 5-7 Prompts: Pocky game, Ride or Die, Free day
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Welcome to Day 7!
It's the last day of Swiftli Week! It seems as though we've run Out Of Time to celebrate Swiftli! Or have we? Let's spend this last day Dancing and looking toward the Future! â°đșđź
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heart, liver, and other matters of the body
Each morning, Lincoln takes in the face in the mirror, and sometimes, he likes what he sees.
Other times, Link glances over the wide eyes done up in borrowed eyeliner, the jawline that seems too square, too sharp today, frets at the broad slope of shoulders, the indelicate scarred brow and callused hands and battered, ashy knees, tries to sculpt the features there into something more feminine with willpower alone.
Or: Lincoln tries on a dress for the first time and comes out to her boyfriend.
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Here's my Swiftli Week fic for Day 6: Secrets! đ€« I did some research for this one, and it was lots of fun. Hope you enjoy!
(P.S. A little context for the title: xÄ«nâgÄn - Mandarin term of affection which literally translates to âheart and liverâ but is equivalent to âheart and soulâ or âmy everythingâ in English. Implies that, like a heart or liver, this partner is something one cannot live without.)
Lincoln Li-Wilson is buzzing with nervous energy all throughout their shopping date.
Linkâs boyfriend, Taylor, can clearly tell that somethingâs off (heâs let his emotions show more plainly over the past few months, but heâs always been observant, always cared, and that makes Link smile fondly).
Lincoln runs a hand along the racks of clothes, distracting anxious nerves through the textures and colors, and graciously, Taylor doesnât ask.
Not yet , a voice in Lincolnâs head says, only to be batted away by Taylorâs hand brushing against his own as they sift through the clothes together.
The mall doesnât see a lot of traffic, these days - hasnât seen a lot of traffic since their parents were teenagers, to be honest - so it almost feels like they have the place to themselves.
Itâs nice, Link thinks while thumbing through the hangers, stopping on a flash of buttercup yellow.Â
It feels soft against the skin, weighty enough to be substantial but not stifling, and the silhouetteâŠ
Lincoln takes the garment off the rack, adds it to the others.
Today, today, Iâm gonna tell him today, Link repeats like a mantra, disguising nervous, shaking hands by flapping them a little.Â
âAll good, qÄ«n?â Taylor asks, meeting eyes over the rack, and Lincolnâs heart flutters a little at the affectionate name.
After learning how much Link enjoys terms of endearment, Taylorâs insisted on using Mandarin pet names, citing that they still keep up his âcool and slickâ reputation in public. Lincoln frankly thinks itâs pretty silly, since anyone with eyes can tell how sappy Taylor is when it comes toâŠ
âMm,â Link nods. It isnât a lie, but it isnât exactly the truth either. âGonna try these on.â
âAwesome, man!â Taylor replies, and Lincoln doesnât even flinch. âWant me to, uh, join you in there?â he asks, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
The offer is very tempting, Link wonât lie, and definitely something theyâve done before - though the trying-on-clothes part historically has the tendency to be abandoned in favor of making out.
âNot today, shÇguÄ,â Lincoln tells him, voice kept purposefully light and teasing. âYouâre gonna have to wait this time.â
âBoo. Have it your way, but Iâm definitely sitting on one of those little benches so you can model for me! Plus, my legs could use the break.â
Satisfied, Link leads them through the maze of racks, tries not to dwell on things as they enter the changing rooms marked MEN.
True to his word, Taylor takes up his post on one of the cushioned benches in one of the alcoves, taking out his phone to scroll once he clocks which room Lincolnâs picked.
Link steps in, closes the door, breathes out, and comes face-to-face with the figure in the mirror.
Lincolnâs hair has grown out in the last year or so - rather than being buzzed at the sides, the curls now end around jawline length, depending on how theyâre styled.
Taylor visits Hell more frequently, now that things have calmed a little, and Linkâs gone with him, asked Terry a bunch of questions about upkeep and styling and braiding that were probably a little too much all at once but were met with enthusiasm and more in-depth answers than what YouTube had to offer.Â
Link brushes back a few stray twists, meticulously dotted with colored beads and gold cuffs, complemented by the gold flowers dangling from each earlobe and the gold eyeshadow at the inner corners of each eye.
Satisfied, Lincoln begins trying things on, breezing through a graphic Garfield sweatshirt (comfy, but not big enough), a pair of joggers (right size, but the fabric feels a little weird), and an oversized tee shirt (soft and just roomy enough, definitely something to buy).
Thereâs just one last thing to try.
Carefully, Link takes off the shirt, hangs it back up, pulls on the last article of clothing, shimmies out of the gym shorts from underneath it.
Lincoln fumbles with the side zipper for a little, worried for the briefest moment that it wouldnât fit around the torso, but manages to get the hang of it, clasps the hook and eye at the top edge awkwardly into place.
Link smooths down the fabric at the hips with nervous hands, then finally allows for a glance upward.
Lincoln stares. And stares.
Someone unfamiliar stares back. But itâs a good unfamiliar, a right unfamiliar.
Link has practiced saying the words in the mirror before, has felt how the shapes of them formed on the tongue, has spoken them into being in whispered, low tones. Link has treated it the same way as practicing his facial expressions, a daily ritual, trying to figure out how to show the right emotions, making sure they look and feel correct on the face as well as in the heart.
Each morning, Lincoln takes in the face in the mirror, and sometimes, he likes what he sees.Â
Other times, Link glances over the wide eyes done up in borrowed eyeliner, the jawline that seems too square, too sharp today, frets at the broad slope of shoulders, the indelicate scarred brow and callused hands and battered, ashy knees, tries to sculpt the features there into something more feminine with willpower alone.
On those days, like this morning, Lincoln tries out the words again, mouths them out once more in the present.Â
She. Her.Â
And they feel real, feel as true as if she had just taken a whiff of that blue power from the FBI.
Sometimes, they donât fit, just like he and him donât feel right, sometimes, like a shirt with the wrong texture, a bite of food thatâs a little too mushy.Â
But sometimes, like right now, they fit Lincoln like a glove.Â
They fit her like this dress.Â
The bodice hugs Linkâs torso, and though itâs painfully obvious that her upper body is all boxes and angles and no curves, she finds that she doesnât mind too much.
Straps, about the width of two fingers, tie off in elegant bows that rest at the midpoint between her neck and shoulders, drawing emphasis to her collarbones in a way that makes them look almost delicate. Link frowns a bit at the way the neckline makes her shoulders look so wide.Â
The light yellow fabric goes phenomenally well with her complexion in a way that makes her dark, freckled skin nearly glow, and the texture is a little stiffer than sheâs used to, but it has a nice thickness to it and doesnât chafe against her skin, with enough give that she instinctively knows wouldnât hinder her range of motion.Â
The skirt is full, gathered fabric flaring out around her hips and stopping a few inches above her knees, though she thinks it was probably meant to be a longer dress on someone with shorter legs.
She twists around in it, trying to catch a glimpse of different angles, and the way the hemline flutters around her thighs is completely alien to her, but she thinks she likes it.
She feels feminine. Girly. Is girly.
Lincoln feels like a girl. She is one.
âLink, you okay?â Taylorâs voice is muffled through the door, and thereâs a small shadow beneath it, followed by a half-hearted little knock.Â
Shit.
âYouâve been in there awhile.â
Fuck, has she? Maybe she got a little too carried away staring and lost track of time.
Link wracks her brain for a proper response, a yeah, Iâm okay or yes, Iâm fine, Iâll be out in a minute , but they get stopped up in her throat as she realizes that sheâs still wearing the dress and she hasnât come out to him yet like she planned to.
âIs it okay if I come in? No funny business, I just wanna make sure youâre okay.â
Shit shit shit shit shit.Â
Taylor wears dresses and skirts all the time, itâll be fine, he wonât be weirded out by it, Lincoln attempts to rationalize. It doesnât really work, so she tries to speak again.
ââM fine,â is all that comes out, high-pitched but not in a pretty way.
âYou donât sound fine,â Taylor argues, voice softened out at the edges so that it doesnât sound accusatory. âCan I please come in?â
Link squints her eyes shut against it all and nods minutely, then realizes that Taylor canât see her and manages a shaky âYes.â
âOkay,â he says, and Link hears the door creak open, then shut, hears Taylorâs quiet footfalls.
âSo, can I -? Woah .â
Cautiously, Link opens her eyes to see Taylor shaking off an expression of⊠bewilderment? Confusion? Curiosity?Â
âSorry, sorry,â he says, âIâm just - I wasnât expecting - you look really pretty, dude.â
Feeling a little too overexposed, too raw, too much, Link canât help the way she flinches.Â
âOh, baby,â Taylor says, sadness evident in his voice, and Link hates the sound of it, hates that she made him that way. âCan I touch you?â
Not trusting her voice, Link nods, and her boyfriend steps closer, winds an arm around her back, and she melts into his hold, crumbles into his familiar warmth.Â
âYouâre crying,â he observes quietly, reaching with his other hand to thumb away a tear, and Lincoln hadnât even registered the wetness spilling down her cheeks until he mentioned it.Â
âIâm fine, I promise.â Linkâs voice sounds a little too deep to her own ears, discordant with the girl in the mirror, and another tear slips out anyway. âJust⊠overwhelmed?â
âOkay,â Taylor says, âWe can work with that, xÄ«nâgÄn.â
XÄ«nâgÄn , Lincoln thinks, heart and liver, my everything . Taylor only uses that when heâs serious.
âCan you tell me what youâre thinking?â he asks.
âItâs silly,â Link starts, then continues before Taylor can refute it. âI just⊠itâs hard, and Iâve been meaning to tell you, I promise, I just⊠couldnât figure out when or how.â
She laughs a little, then, high-strung and nervous.
Lincoln pulls away, glances at their reflections, and Taylorâs eyes follow hers.Â
âYouâre not, uh, breaking up with me in this dressing room, right?âÂ
âNo,â she says, a little too loud. âNo,â she repeats, forcing her voice softer, higher. âThis is a good thing, I swear, itâs justâŠâ âHard?â Taylor asks.
âMm.â
Lincoln inhales shakily, reaches for Taylorâs hand, and Taylor latches them together, gives them a light squeeze.
God, sheâs so lucky to have him.
Her free hand fists in the fabric of the dress, and she squeezes her eyes shut.Â
âI think Iâm trans.â
She said it. Thereâs no taking it back now.
Taylorâs thumb runs along the side of her hand. âThatâs amazing, babe. Iâm so proud of you,â he says, and Link knew in the back of her mind that her boyfriend would always be supportive, but that last irrational bit of fear finally vaporizes.Â
Lincoln opens her eyes, and Taylorâs looking at her with so much open affection that it makes her eyes water up with tears again, and she brushes them away.
âIâm not⊠I still like being a guy, sometimes,â She says, the words leaving her in a rush, âbut sometimes I feel more like a girl? And sometimes itâs a little bit of both?â
âThatâs cool,â Taylor says with another encouraging squeeze to their joined hands.
âI think I might be⊠bigender?â Link tells him, and wow, itâs so nice to hear the word aloud, to tell someone. âOr maybe genderfluid? Genderqueer, definitely.â
âThank you for telling me,â Her boyfriend says with a smile, looking a little misty-eyed himself. âComing outâs really fucking nerve-wracking, isnât it?â
âNo kidding.â
âIs Link still okay to use?â
âI think so, yeah,â Lincoln responds, and sheâs thought quite a bit about it. Despite how masculine her full name is, Link still likes it a lot. Maybe sheâd find something later, but for now, sheâs content with it.
âI, um,â Lincoln stutters, a little unsure of how to word it. âIs it alright if you use she/ her for me today? I still like he/him, but⊠feminine feels better right now.â
âOf course. Speaking of feminine, this dress looks fantastic on you.â
âReally?â Link asks, twisting a little and glancing back at the mirror, grateful to see that her makeup still looks okay.
âReally. You should buy it! If you like it, too, of course.â
âI do,â She confirms, wiping up the last of her tears, letting go of Taylorâs hand to pat her face dry with the backs of her palms. âI really do.â
âDid you do a little spin yet?â Thereâs a fond excitement in Taylorâs eyes as he looks her up and down - not just appraisingly, but lovingly.
She shakes her head.
âTrust me, itâs the best part. I know these things.â
Lincoln spins around a little, curious, and the way the dress floats around her, the way the fabric laps against her legs like waves - itâs addictive and oddly freeing. She twirls a little faster, reveling in the feel of it, and a smile stretches wide on her face as she lets out a little whoop of excitement.
âThis is amazing, Tay!â
âItâs great, right?âÂ
Link comes to a stop, her dress still in motion from the force of her whirling, and sheâs giddy as the fabric swooshes, then settles.
âYeah. Wow, I kinda never wanna take this off.â She smooths her hands down her sides and over her waist, looking up again at her reflection.
She looks happy.
Lincoln is happy - really, truly, incandescently happy, in a way she doesnât think sheâs felt in a long, long time.Â
âYou do kinda need to take it off to buy it, though,â Taylor says. âAs much as I love how gorgeous you look in it.â
âGuess so,â Link says, already dreading changing back. Maybe she can convince Taylor to help her out of the dress - with minimal making out. Maybe.Â
âHave you told anyone else?â Taylor asks her, dispersing Lincolnâs brief fantasies.
Link shakes her head. âI thought about telling Dad, but, well, heâd want to tell Grant⊠things are still a little rocky between us, but, like, I still love him, and I donât wanna hurt his feelings by not telling him directly? Does that even make sense?â âIt does, I think,â Taylor says.Â
âIâm gonna tell Normal and Scary, soon, obviously.â
âObviously.â
âAnd⊠I was thinking of talking to Hermie about⊠this. Gender,â Lincoln confesses, though she still cringes at the thought of it. She didnât like to admit it to herself, but they probably knew a lot more about gender nonconformity than Linkâs figured out through her own research.
âMm, my auncle probably has some good insights, even if the two of you donât really get along,â Taylor muses, seemingly on a similar train of thought.
âShe's probably not gonna make fun of me, right?â
Her boyfriendâs eyes gleam with demonic light even in the weird fluorescent lighting of the changing room, brows furrowed, and Lincolnâs stomach does a funny little flip at the expression. âLink,â He says seriously, âIf theyâre even the slightest bit mean about it, Iâm fucking his shit up on sight. I donât care if weâre related - Nobody messes with my girlfriend.â
My girlfriend, Linkâs mind plays back, loops it like a broken record as something shining and effervescent floods the cavities of her lungs. My girlfriend, my girlfriend, Iâm his girlfriend .Â
Lincoln must not be making the right face, because Taylor hastily tacks on, âW-who is also my boyfriend! Sometimes?â
He blinks up at her, brows tilted upwards in concern, a silent are you okay? and god, Link is so, so happy that she lets out a little huff of laughter.
âNo, no, itâs not that, I just⊠I didnât realize how much Iâd like hearing you say that.â
âOh?â A shit-eating grin forms on her boyfriendâs face, and before she can do anything about it, heâs reaching up to cup her cheek in his hand. âI have the most beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend in the world. I adore her big brown eyes, her pretty hair, her stunning smile⊠oh, my god, look at that, there it is, my girlfriendâs smile.â
âStop,â Link says, half-hearted and breathless, so much heat rushing to her dimpled cheeks that Taylor, even with his demonic heritage, can probably feel it. And she would look down, but sheâd only meet Taylorâs smug, knowing smirk, and that would only make her more ridiculously happy.
Taylor moves his hands to her waist, squeezes at her sides, and though sheâs sure heâs continuing his goofy little litany, sheâs a little too overwhelmed by sheer exhilaration to make out most of it.Â
Not quite sure what to do with all her joy, laughter tumbles out, lower and raspier than she would like at the moment, but loud and bright and full.
âOh, wow, my girlfriend just laughed and itâs my favorite sound in the whole wide world!â Taylor says, and she can hear the beam in his voice, so wide that his eyes narrow to crescents. âMy girlfriend looks so pretty in this dress. Iâm gonna have to buy her a dozen more.â
âYou are not doing that!â
âOf course I am,â Taylor refutes, shaking his head with that adorable vehemence of his. âIâm rich! One for every day of the week, at least. You look so happy in it. Iâm gonna spoil you so bad, wĂŽ de tiÄnshĂź.â
âWĂŽ de tiÄnshĂź,â Lincoln parrots, sounding out the rise and fall of the syllables carefully. âI havenât heard that one. What does it mean?â
ââMy angel,ââ Taylor tells her softly, thumbs gently circling at her waist, and the reverence in his eyes makes her feel simultaneously unmovable and unsteady on her feet. âI always thought it would suit you, but traditionally, itâs used for girlfriends. Unless thatâs too, like, weirdly gendered, uh, if it makes you uncomfortable -â
Link crushes her wonderful, amazing boyfriend to herself in a tight hug.
In an instant, Taylorâs arms circle around her, too, and so much about her has felt wrong lately, but this has always, always felt right.
âI love it,â Lincoln says, âI love you . Thank you, thank you, thank you.â
âLove you, too,â he replies, and they stay like that for a few long moments.
Eventually, Link pulls away, and Taylor drops his arms.
âSo, wanna get this dress and get out of here and go for froyo in the food court?â He asks.
âOnly if you help me take this off,â Link answers, waggling her eyebrows like Taylor had earlier. "Seriously, the zippers on these things are kinda tricky."
Taylor laughs.
âThatâs my girl.â
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DAY 6 // PROPOSAL/ OVERPROTECTIVE/ SECRETS
heh, ring pop acquired
i kneel down and say, lincoln
please be my best friend?Â
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protecting the paladin
The story of Taylor's friendship with Link, and Taylor's journey in navigating how to help out someone with an anxiety disorder and more.
Swiftli Week Day 6: Overprotective
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Taylor wakes up to see Link curled up in a ball across from him on the floor of the cat bus, with his knees drawn to his chest and his head buried in them.
"Link?"
No response. And then Taylor hears a sob, and Link lifts his head a little, gasping for air.
âHey, hey, hey, whatâs going on?â Taylor asks, crawling closer to him.
Link whines, and clasps his hands over his face. Heâs drenched in sweat. âIâI donât⊠IâI donât have my meds,â he stutters out between breaths. âSorry, sorry, sorry, fuck, IâI canâtââ
Gasping again, and again, and again, Link sounds like heâs in horrible pain.
â Gah âLink, uh, breathe man,â Taylor says, putting a tentative hand on Linkâs shoulder, âWhaâwhat are your meds for?â 'Are you dying right now?â he doesnât ask.
âAhâanâ anxiety⊠â Link forces out. âIâmm⊠aâanxiety attack⊠âs bad, âs bad, canât breathe ââ Link sobs before doubling over, his face nearly hitting the floor as he hyperventilates.
âWhoa! Okay, okay, okay, letâs get you back up,â Taylor says, scrambling to lift Link back up by the shoulders so heâs leaning against the wall.
âTaylor,â Link says in practically a whisper, moving his hands away from his face in favour of weakly grasping at the air, his eyes shut tight. Taylor takes the hint and clasps Linkâs hands in his own.
Theyâre trembling violently.
âYeah?â Taylor hears his own voice break a little despite himself.
âNnn⊠need help. Canât breathe. âM dying.â Fresh tears slide down Linkâs cheeks as he fights for air. Itâs like heâs drowning.
âYouâyouâre hyperventilating, not dying. Ah, fuck, um⊠canâcan I hug you?â Taylor asks.
Link nods, and Taylor wraps his arms around his torso, and Link hugs him back tightly.
âListen, IâI donât really know how⊠how to help⊠but I want to. Uh⊠just. Uh. You can feel me, right? You can feel me holding you right now. Just, uh, focus on that. Iâm here for you.â
ââKay. IâI⊠sorry . Hard. Talk. Canât.â
âItâs chill, dude. Donâtâuhâdonât sweat it.â
Taylor feels Linkâs head fall onto his shoulder, and it feels like his breathing is slowing down a little, though itâs still alarmingly shallow.
âI got you, deep breaths, you got this,â Taylor says, patting Linkâs back, hoping thatâll help some. âUh, follow along with me?â
Taylor breathes an exaggerated breath in, and an exaggerated breath out, relieved when Link starts to follow along.
âSorry,â Link whispers on the exhale.
âYouâre fine, man. âS okay,â Taylor hushes, rubbing his back.
Link hums, pressing his forehead further against Taylorâs shoulder and continuing to take deep breaths.
His tight grip on Taylor loosens a little as he calms down some more.
âJust breathe. Youâre okay, Iâm right here.â
âOkay, okay, IâIâŠâ Link takes a few deep breaths. âIâmâŠâ Link pulls away from the hug to hold his head. His hands are still really shaky, and his breathing is slightly staggered, but mostly stable. He moves a hand to his chest, and scrunches up his face for a second before opening his eyes, staring at the floor.
âLinkâŠ?â Taylor bends down a little, trying to tilt his head in such a way that he can meet Linkâs gaze, but it seems like heâs staring off at nothing.
âIâm⊠okay,â Link says, his voice hoarse.
âAre you sure?â
âYeah, I⊠have⊠havenât haâŠhad one, um, bad⊠in⊠while,â Link stutters out, wincing at his own speech. âSorry.â
âDude, if itâs hard for you to talk, you donât have to. I know ASL, if youâI mean, I donât know if you know it, but if you do⊠uh...â
Link shakes his head. âSorry,â he repeats.
Taylor makes a mental note to teach him some signs later.
âItâs okay,â Taylor says, grabbing hold of his hands again. âThat looked rough as hell, dude.â
âI⊠I⊠I⊠sorry ââ
âTake your time, man.â
âHad anxiety since I was little,â Link says, his eyes welling up again. âAnd meds. To help. âS bad. Really bad.â
Taylor nods, giving his hands a squeeze.
âSssâŠsorry you had to⊠had to see that.â
âDude. Iâm sorry you have to go through that. I might not fully get it, but I wanna help you. Thatâs what friends are for.â
Link shuts his eyes, and Taylor watches the tears fall. Itâs not long before he leans forward to plant a kiss on Linkâs cheek, cupping the other in his palm. Taylor thinks he hears a small gasp at the action, but it doesnât sound like one of distress, so he makes no comment. âWanna go back to sleep?â
âYeah. Think so.â
Link lays back down, and Taylor wraps his arms around his torso, hopefully keeping him calm and warm.
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âSo, uh, um, donât answer if you donât wanna, or whatever, but, like, do you have⊠an anxiety disorder? I mean, is that, is that what caused theâŠâ
Taylor trails off, looking anywhere that isnât Linkâs eyes. He waited a few days, but itâs been gnawing at him.
âYeah. I have generalized anxiety disorder. Um, thanks for helping me, by the way.â
âOf course. I justâIâm not, like, good at this stuff. I mean, I have disorders too!â he says, maybe sounding a bit too excited. âUh⊠I have ADHD. Also on meds. Since I was little. Like you! And then thereâs um, the physical stuff, but we donât need to get into all that.â
Link glances down at Taylorâs cane. Taylor tightens his grip on the handle. Never has he had such an awkward conversation.
âIâve only ever really had my dads help me with panic attacks before.â
âDid I do a good job?â
Taylor did not mean to say that out loud. Stupid impulsivity.
Link chuckles. âYeah. Thank you.â
âHeh, of course.â
âSorry again.â
âHey, man, I donât go around apologizing for my disorders, and neither should you.â
Link averts his gaze, scrunching up his face a little. Wrong dialogue option, maybe.
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Google Search: generalized anxiety disorder
how to help someone with anxiety
how to help someone with panic attacks
breathing exercises
panic attack grounding
Taylor grabs an empty notebook and a gel pen and gets to work.
First, he writes down what helped Link last time. The hug seemed to help. So he writes that. Though Taylor was floundering the entire time⊠hopefully these notes will help things go more smoothly.
Thereâs the 5-4-3-2-1 method, focusing on the senses, to bring someone back to the present. He writes that one down first.
Then thereâs a few breathing exercises with different amounts of seconds for each exercise. He writes down a few.
He also writes down the signs of a panic attack coming on, because catching it early would make it easier to help Link calm down from it.
Link probably knows some of these techniques, at least, Taylor thinks heâs seen his dads use them with him before, but Link didnât seem all too comfortable talking about his anxiety, so itâs probably best to not bring it up out of nowhere.
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After about four hours of watching anime with Tony Pepperoni after school, everyone decides to take a little break to do some homework.
Everyone also knows that Normal is the only one who will actually do any homework.
Taylor is leaning against Link on the couch when suddenly he shifts to stand up.
âUm, Iâll⊠Iâll be right back, IâI think I left something in my room.â
He rushes up the stairs, but not before Taylor notices his hands trembling.
The stuttering, plus the tremblingâŠ
Taylor follows after him.
He knocks on the door. âLink? Can I come in?â
Thereâs no response, so Taylor opens the door, steps in, and shuts it behind him.
Link is sitting on his bed with his knees drawn to his chest and his head buried in them.
Taylor sits across from him. âLink? Are you okay?â
âIâm fine,â Link forces out before a particularly loud gasp.
âAre you having a panic attack?â
He nods.
âOkay. Thatâs okay, man. Can I touch you?â
He nods again.
Taylor holds Linkâs hands in his own and gives them a squeeze. Pressure is supposed to help, according to his research.
âLink, can you tell me five things you can see?â Taylor asks, tryng to keep his voice soft and gentle.
Link lifts his head and opens his eyes. Thereâs tears streaming down his cheeks that make Taylorâs heart break a little. âIâI can see you, and⊠my calendar, andâŠâ
Link pauses, fighting for breath.
âYou got this.â
âMy bed. Door. Ceiling.â
âGood. Now what are four things you can⊠feel? Four things you can feel.â
âYour hands,â Link says, squeezing back. âMy bed. Sweat. Um⊠shaking. Iâm shaking. Does that count?â
âI think so. Okay. What are three things you can hear?â
Link closes his eyes and rests his head on his knees again. âYour voice⊠my voice⊠my breathing.â
âGood. What about two things you can smell?â
âSweat⊠and⊠you.â
âWhat do I smell like?â Taylor asks, slightly caught off guard by his own curiosity.
âComforting.â
âOkay. Whatâs one thing you can taste?â
âI donât know, spit?â
âThat works. Are you feeling any better?â
âYeah,â Link says, and Taylor can hear it in his voice. The shaking is lesser now, and his breathing, while still staggered, is a lot steadier than before. âSorry.â
âYou donât need to be, dude. I gotchu. Can I hug you?â
âYeah.â
Taylor lets go of Linkâs hands and wraps his arms around him.
Link melts into the hug, wrapping his arms around the small of Taylorâs back. âSince when did you know that grounding exercise?â he asks.
âI did my research.â
âYour research?â
Taylor pulls away from the hug for a second to pull a small notebook out of his pocket and hand it to Link.
Link flips through it, eyes wide. âWhy did youâŠâ
âTo help you out. Anxiety sucks, so I wanna help when I can.â
âThank you. I donât even know what to say.â
âWell, I think thank you was a solid choice. And to that I say youâre welcome.â
Link grabs a pencil off his bedside table and makes a writing gesture to Taylor. âMay I?â
âGo for it. I was planning on asking you for specific things that would help, but I didnât want to stress you out.â
âI love you so much, Taylor.â
âI love you too, man.â
Taylor sits with Link for a while as he writes down some more grounding technique stuff and other information about his anxiety attacks in Taylorâs notebook. When heâs done, they both lie down on top of the blanket and cuddle, having forgotten about the people waiting downstairs.
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Now that the quest is over, Taylor can finally focus on a concern of his thatâs been on his mind for a while. Whatever is going on with Link.
Heâll have these sudden moments where heâs just totally out of it. Heâll zone out for hours, and when he talks itâs like heâs on autopilot.
Maybe talking to him would be better, but he doesnât want to make it worse, soâŠ
Google Search: zoning out too much and not responding
Okay. Zoning out is a type of dissociation.
What is dissociation.
Google Search: dissociation
Okay. Itâs a response to stress and trauma (makes sense), and itâs where you feel disconnected from everything around you? That does not sound fun.
It looks like the 54321 method helps with dissociation too, so Taylor jots that down.
Sensory stimulation also helps, unless the person is overstimulated. And asking questions helps too.
Taylor also writes down the warning signs for dissociation, though he thinks heâll be able to tell, itâs always good to be certain.
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âHave you solved question six yet?â Taylor asks, staring at his math textbook and worrying his pen between his teeth.
Taylor hates studying.
He never really does it, but failing every quiz this semester made his teacher call home, and, well, his mom doesnât put much emphasis on school at all, but she did recommend studying more. And offered to get Taylor a tutor, but he didnât want that.
Linkâs grades in math suck too, so they made a deal to study together, and thatâs what theyâre doing now, sitting on Taylorâs bed surrounded by snacks and worksheets.
âMm.â
Taylor looks over at Link, whoâs staring at a blank sheet of lined paper with his name written in the top left corner.
The pencil is shaking in his hand.
âHey, Link?â Taylor puts a hand on his shoulder. He doesnât respond. Taylor moves to sit in front of Link, pushing the papers aside and placing his hands on Linkâs shoulders. âCan you hear me?â
âYeah. Sorry I⊠Iâm kinda out of it,â Link mumbles, still staring at the paper on his lap.
âI think youâre dis⊠umâŠâ
What was the word again?
âDissociating,â Link says.
âYeah, that.â
âThatâs⊠thatâs what my dad saidâŠâ
âOkay, thatâs okay, umâŠâ
Sensory stimulation. Pressure. Pressure would be good.
âHey, you like holding onto me, right?â Taylor asks.
Link doesnât respond, but Taylor takes the paper and books out from Linkâs lap and sits in it, wrapping Linkâs arms around himself. Taylorâs noticed that when Link is stressed heâll just squeeze Taylor like heâs a plushie, so maybe this will help.
Taylor lets out a breath he didnât know he was holding when Link squeezes him.
âDo you want to listen to music? Watch a show?â
âWanna listen to you talk.â
âI can do that.â
Taylor starts to ramble mindlessly, about the cosplay heâs been working on (his self-insert host for Ouran High ), new battle maneuvers heâs been practicing, birthday present plans, and whatever else floats into his brain.
After a while of rambling, and Link starting to be more responsive in the conversation, Taylor asks, âAre you feeling better?â
âYeah. Donât wanna study though.â
âMe neither.â
Link adjusts in bed so heâs lying down, his hands still wrapped around Taylorâs torso. âNap time.â
Taylor takes off his glasses, and then takes off Linkâs glasses, and puts them both on his bedside table, before turning around and burying his face in Linkâs chest.
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âYou know how I have a notebook full of signs and things to do when you need help with your anxiety and stuff?â
âYou still have that?â Link asks, turning to face Taylor. There was a fifty percent chance he had fallen asleep already, but Taylor got lucky. Itâs also a 50/50 toss up on whether Normal and Scary are asleep too, but theyâre in sleeping bags away from the bed.
âI add to it all the time.â
âWow.â
âCan I show my notes to Normal and Scary? I think itâd be helpful for them to know.â
Link leans forward and kisses Taylor on the forehead, causing him to blush.
âYeah, you can.â
âWhy did you kiss me?â
ââCause youâre so sweet.â
âI want another one.â
Link kisses his forehead again.
And Taylor makes a mental note to inform Normal and Scary on all his notes the next morning, because Link shouldnât have to struggle alone, and Taylor is determined to make sure that he never does again.
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out of my head (when youâre not around)
âMorninâ, sweetheart,â Link slurs, voice low and lazy and scratchy from sleep, and he shifts a bit more.
Suddenly, thereâs a warm, pliant pressure against Taylorâs chapped lips, followed by a soft pop as Link breaks the kiss. âTen mâre minness, mkay?â
And with that, Link tucks his head into the side of Taylorâs neck, drapes his arm across Taylorâs stomach, and drops back off into slumber.
What the fuck.
âWhat the fuck?â Taylor exclaims aloud, because his best friend just kissed him like heâs been doing it for months on end and theyâre very close, but never like that.
Or: Lincoln dreams about his life in the simulation, and some wires get crossed.
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Better late than never! Here's my fic for Day 5 of Swiftli Week: Queerplatonic / Ride or Die đ This one turned out a good bit longer than expected, but I hope I did my fellow qpr Swiftli enjoyers justice with it!
Taylor Swift wakes up to bright orange against the backs of his eyelids and the sensation of being held. Only one of these things annoys him.
âHey,â he stage-whispers to Lincoln Li-Wilson, one of his partners in world-saving last year and his closest friend. âGotta get up and close the blinds.âÂ
He nudges an arm gently with his shoulder.Â
Linkâs very prone to cuddling in his sleep, Taylorâs realized. Most of their sleepover nights end with his lanky limbs curled around him or one of their friends, protective even when thereâs no need for it.
(Taylor would never tell him this, but he certainly appreciates it - nightmares of Doodler-twisted mayors beneath his bed are fewer these days, but he feels safer having his secure arms around him.)
Plus, Taylorâs always run pretty hot, and Lincoln has a penchant for seeking out anything to warm him as he rests. Often, Taylor ends up with Normal or Scary pressed into his other side, complaining about how Link stole their blankets.
Itâs just the two of them this time, though, so the room is peacefully quiet. Now, if only the stupid goddamn sun wasnât glowing through his eyelids and preventing him from sleeping inâŠÂ
âGet off me, please,â Taylor mutters, a tiny bit louder now, wriggling in his grasp to see if he can escape -
âMmn,â Link groans wordlessly, shifting to throw a leg across Taylorâs own, which is decidedly the opposite of what Taylor asked.Â
Linkâs eyes flutter to half-mast for the briefest of moments, leaning further into Taylor if at all possible. Itâs kind of adorable, the way his face screws up against the light.Â
âMorninâ, sweetheart,â Link slurs, voice low and lazy and scratchy from sleep, and he shifts a bit more. Suddenly, thereâs a warm, pliant pressure against Taylorâs chapped lips, followed by a soft pop as Link breaks the kiss. âTen mâre minness, mkay?âÂ
And with that, Link tucks his head into the side of Taylorâs neck, drapes his arm across Taylorâs stomach, and drops back off into slumber.Â
What the fuck.Â
âWhat the fuck?â Taylor exclaims aloud, because his best friend just kissed him like heâs been doing it for months on end and theyâre very close, but never like that, and what the fuck?
âLink,â Taylor says, prodding him much more urgently than before. âThe fuck was that, man?â
Link makes a questioning sort of grumble before propping up his chin on Taylorâs chest (on Taylorâs unbound chest, what the fuck ), muttering nonsense as he blinks blearily, squinting without the help of his glasses.Â
Then, his eyes widen comically.Â
âYouâre not Chris.â
Linkâs voice is still thick with sleep but also heavy with a dawning realization.Â
âNo?â Taylor agrees, though it sounds more like a question.Â
Link backs away so quickly that he nearly topples out of Taylorâs king-sized bed.Â
âDude!â Taylor shouts, diving across the comforter to grab at his wrist.
âYou okay, man?â He asks after heâs sure that Link isnât in danger of falling off his bed and dragging him down with him.
âIâm - Iâm sorry,â Link says instead, which is totally not answering the yes-or-no question.
Though, looking at his best friend, itâs easy to tell what the answer is as he hauls himself back onto the mattress.
Link has this⊠blankness in his eyes. Taylorâs seen it happen a few times before, actually. With the firemen, with Tony, even with Hermie. Itâs like heâs not all there, haunted, more of a void in a personâs body than a person. The wrist Taylorâs holding twitches, then twitches again, and again, but itâs only when Taylor looks down that he realizes heâs shaking.Â
âHey, man, donât freak out on me,â Taylor says, tapping on his wrist in an attempt to ground him as he scoots closer.
Link laughs, a pinched, shrill, hysterical thing as he shrinks away, back pressed against the headboard.
âNo, no, no, no, you donât get to say that, youâre the one who should be freaking out,â he responds, and while Taylorâs glad that his friend is at least present enough to hear him, the words come out all strangled and gasping.
Whateverâs got him so choked up holds Taylorâs heart in a vice grip.
âIâm not freaking out,â Taylor says, then reconsiders. âOkay, Iâm freaking out a little. I just got kissed out of nowhere, I feel like itâs warranted.â
Link makes a wordless squeak. He draws his knees to his chest and buries his head in them, still shaking.
âBut. Youâre freaking out more, so thatâs more important. And you apologized, and I forgive you - which, fuck, I guess I shouldâve led with that, but - but I need you to be okay firstâ
Taylor doesnât have the faintest clue what couldâve set Link off - the kiss is the only thing he could think of, but then again, he initiated it. Maybe Taylor has bad morning breath?
Whatever the reason, he needs him to calm down.
âItâs okay, Link,â he soothes, opting not to move closer but speaking loudly and slowly enough so that it can break through the anxious thoughts swirling in his friendâs head. âIâm not mad. Just confused.â
âReally?â Lincoln peeks through the slats of his fingers at him, and the hopefulness in his voice shatters something in Taylor.
âReally,â he confirms. Why the hell did Link think heâd be angry with him? Even though it had been Taylorâs first kiss, itâs not like Link had intended to go through with it, given that he had backed away once he realized -
Oh. Taylorâs starting to put together what this could be about.
âSorry,â Link says again, face no longer blocked by his hands but eyes still downcast.
Taylor frowns. âYou already said that.â
âI know.â
âSoâŠâ Taylor prompts after a beat, seeing that most of the tension is gone from Linkâs body. âYou okay?â
Link slumps a little, but at least he isnât shaking anymore. âNot really.â
Taylor scooches a tiny bit closer to him, and when Lincoln makes no move to get away, he joins him at the headboard, nudging him with his shoulder.
âYou wanna talk about it?â
Link groans. âYou deserve an explanation,â he says, though it looks like it pains him.
âYou donât uh, have to if you donât want to.â Taylor attempts to shift beneath the hefty, itchy, too-tight compression of vulnerability, and it comes out through wringing hands that immediately fist themselves in the comforter.Â
He can totally do feelings, if thatâs what Lincoln needs to get off his chest. Itâs Link.Â
Heâd do just about anything for him, has done just about anything, has turned around and doubled back to the FBI for him, has gone through the layers of Hell with him, has watched countless episodes of soccer anime just to figure out the game and see the cute little smile he gets when he mentions something about it.
This, he can handle.
He just hopes Lincoln can, too.Â
And if he canât, wellâŠÂ
Link exhales loudly, shaking Taylor out of his own thoughts.
âItâs⊠well,â he starts, voice going soft and nerve-wracked and almost reedy in a way Taylor hasnât heard in a long, long time. âDo you remember the simulation?â
âItâd be hard to forget, I think,â he says. âI just know my own, of course, but⊠you had a spouse in yours, right?â
Taylor hasnât really thought much about the simulation. It was early on in their adventure, and there were much cooler, much more fucked-up things that took precedence in his mind. He hasnât really given much thought to what the others went through, then.
Maybe he should have.
âYeah,â Lincoln says. âYeah, I did.â
Then, âI dream about them, sometimes.â
Oh.
âOh.â
Link grimaces. âYeah. And just, they feel so real sometimes. The dreams, I mean. The, uh, marriage, too, I guess, which is kinda stupid since Iâm the only one who remembers anything and Iâm still a teenager even if Iâm technically over a hundred years old -â
âHey,â Taylor interrupts, voice sharp, reaching out a hand to hover above Linkâs own but not touching, unsure if itâll help ground him enough to stop his spiraling or if it will only make matters worse.
âSorry.â
âDonât be. Itâs not stupid,â he says with a conviction that surprises even him.
Thereâs a beat of silence, and Taylor tries to meet his friendâs gaze, wanting so badly to decipher the emotions on Linkâs face and offer comfort.Â
Lincoln silently turns over his hand, palm-up, an invitation. Taylor takes it in his, trying not to be distracted by how cool his skin feels compared to his own.
âOkay?â He asks, giving his hand a little squeeze.
Link sighs, squeezes back, steeling himself. âOkay. I guess⊠itâs not that I have these dreams super often, it just. Happens. And even if it wasnât real, my subconscious canât, like⊠get over the fact that I wasnât married for years, and⊠and when I woke up, it still felt like I was dreaming, and you were cuddled up next to me, andâŠâ
Taylorâs face feels oddly warm for some reason, but he understands now.
âCrossed wires, huh?â
Link simply nods, looking incredibly guilty and sad.Â
âIâm not mad at you,â Taylor reminds him, âOr like, think youâre weird, or whatever. You know that, right?â
Lincoln hums uncertainly.Â
âI promise, dude.â Taylor searches for the right words, and he isnât really sure that there are any. âYouâre always gonna be my best friend, man. You didnât, like, weird me out too much or whatever. This changes nothing.â
âThank god,â he mutters, visibly relieved. âTo be honest, I donât know if I could handle fucking up another relationship in my life.â
Taylor squeezes Linkâs hand again and wonders how he could ever think that their friendship would be ruined over this.Â
âYou havenât fucked anything up, my guy,â Taylor reassures. Then, because Taylor doesnât know when to shut up, he asks, âAnother relationship? I mean, I know things are kinda rocky with your dads, but -â
Link lets go of Taylorâs hand and, shit, Taylor definitely shouldnât have asked that, should he?
Lincoln isnât looking at him, though. Instead, he reaches for the ring he left on Taylorâs bedside table, fidgets with it in his hands for a little, slides it onto his middle finger. The black metal glints in the early morning light.
âYeah, things with my dads are still a little shitty,â Link says, âBut weâre working it out. I think.â Taylor nods.
âBut⊠in the sim⊠the marriage with Chris didnât work out too well,â he continues haltingly. âAnd, like, it wasnât my fault, but it⊠kinda felt like it was? Like I fucked it up. It wasnât the only reason we were considering separating, but⊠I didnât know that I was ace until, uh, after.â
âThatâs rough,â Taylor says, which is a little lame to say to something like that, but itâs literally all he can think to say.Â
It kinda recontextualizes a lot of things, like how Link was so quick to call their affectionate names after they got space-married, how he fixated on the concept of being married in the first place⊠but Taylor pushes those thoughts aside later.
He instead tries to imagine only realizing he was aromantic after dating someone, and it only produces an uncomfortable churning in his gut - especially given the fact that he knows he doesnât really want to date anyone in the first place.Â
Link fidgets with the ring on his finger, keeping his gaze purposefully lowered. âI worried that I, like, tricked them into thinking I was a n- a typical person. Like I made them fall in love with someone who didnât - who couldnât - like I was attracted to them that way, and I fooled myself, too, and then I realized that no, I donât work like that, and I -â
âShit,â Taylor mutters, noticing the tear tracks streaming down his friendâs cheeks and quickly scrambling for the box of tissues next to his bed.
âSorry, I just,â he continues, sniffling, âI felt so guilty that I couldnât give them the kind of marriage they wanted, the one they deserved, and I felt selfish and awful and -âÂ
âWoah, woah, woah, man,â Taylor placates, holding out a tissue. Link takes it and stares at it blankly for a moment before swiping it below his eyes.
âSorry, sorry,â Link apologizes, which is silly because he already apologized for kissing him like 50 times at least and so he has absolutely nothing to be sorry for. âThis wasnât how I wanted you to find out.â
Taylorâs heart sinks a little.Â
âHow did you want me to find out?â He asks as gently as he can manage.Â
Link laughs mirthlessly, and Taylor hates how hollow it sounds.
âIdeally? Never.â
âDude.â
âUp until now, Iâve been handling it fine on my own, and I wouldnât want t-â
âDude,â Taylor repeats, and Link slumps further in on himself.Â
After a momentâs hesitation, Taylor scooches closer to him and places a comforting hand on his friendâs shoulder blade, rubbing soothing circles into it to hopefully calm him down.Â
âHey, weâre ride or die, man, remember?â Taylor asks.Â
âYeah,â Lincoln replies, though it doesnât sound like he believes it.Â
âAnd itâs not just me. That goes for Norm and Scary, too,â he adds, and he ducks down a little to meet his friendâs misty eyes.Â
This guy faced down gunfire for him, healed him, protected him, despite everything. Link means so much to Taylor that it feels like his heart might burst with it, sometimes.
And it kinda kills him, Taylor realizes, that Link might not know that.Â
âWe care about you, Link, and weâve been through a lot of jacked-up shit. We help each other with our jacked-up shit, and youâre not the exception, got that?â
Lincoln nods, though his lip quivers a little.Â
âJust talk to us, man,â Taylor says. âWe get it - I mean, not exactly in my case!â He clarifies, âBut. I understand where youâre coming from, and. We just wanna see you happy. Time fuckery is, like, typical Tuesday shit.â
âIt hasnât been typical Tuesday shit in like, ten months,â Lincoln says, and his voice is a little wavery, but it almost sounds like heâs smiling. Taylor counts that as a win.
âThank fuck for that!â Taylor agrees, and then Link laughs - really, actually laughs, weak but joyful; Taylor can feel his instinctual grin in response.Â
âBut,â Link says, after the laughter peters out, âthere were⊠parts of it that were good, I guess. With them.â
Again, emotional vulnerability is⊠not really Taylorâs thing. He prefers to blot out any attempts at deep contemplation with humor.Â
Thatâs what his therapist tells him, at least.Â
Heâs trying to get better at it, at the feeling-things-fully-and-sitting-with-it shit.Â
âLike what?â Taylor prompts.Â
Link smiles, slight and wistful, and gazes up at the ceiling. Itâs an unfamiliar look on him, one that makes him seem older and younger at the same time, somehow.Â
âWell, the, uh, kissing, for one?â Then, he grimaces a little. â Some of the kissing,â he amends. âItâs funny. I didnât think I would miss it at all - I hadnât really even thought about it until, uh, god, my early twenties? In the sim? But itâs⊠nice. Can be nice. Uh.â
Taylor makes an affirmative sort of hum to let him know heâs listening, trying to shake the lingering feeling that he shouldnât be seeing his best friend smile at nothing the way he is.Â
âI think my favorite thing,â Link continues, âwas just⊠waking up to someone. Like, getting up in the morning with one of your favorite people next to you - itâs,â Link cuts himself off with a considering hum, worrying the ring on his finger as he searches for something. âComforting,â he settles on eventually. âItâs like, this constant in your life. It feels⊠secure, I guess, to have another person to face down the start of each day with. To take on the world with them every day.â
âDoesnât sound like a bad gig,â Taylor muses as he attempts to take all that in.Â
Then, he blurts, âIâd be down to try that out sometime. With you. If you want.â
Unfortunately, Taylorâs brain catches up about two seconds too late.Â
âI donât mean in, like, a romantic way, or anything!â He rushes to clarify.Â
âO-of course not,â Link says, and is it just Taylor, or does his voice sound a little breathier? âI wouldnât ask that of you, but⊠youâd really be okay with that?â
Linkâs expression is nothing short of wonderment, all wide eyes and raised brows and slightly-parted lips. The weight of his closest friendâs eyes on him feels suddenly like all too much - all that wistfulness and vulnerability and affection directed at him, leaving him with nowhere to hide - but he canât bring himself to avert his gaze.
âI mean,â Taylor says, feeling at an utter loss for anything profound to say, âYeah, dude. Youâre my best friend. And then some.â
ââAnd then some?ââ Lincoln echoes, then frowns. âYou, uh, donât have to explain that if you donât want to, sorry-â
âQuit apologizing, Link,â Taylor interrupts, attempting to swallow down his heart, which currently feels like itâs climbing up his throat. He takes a deep breath, clenches his fists in the fabric of his pajama pants.Â
âI donât know how to describe what I feel for you but thereâs⊠a lot of it. Not romantic but not like friendship, per se. Iâm not, uh, in love with you, like in the traditional way? But,â he cuts himself off, squeezes his eyes shut to get through the rest. âI love you, Link.â
Taylor feels Link take hold of his hand. Itâs the one with the ring, and the metal feels nice against his palm. âItâs okay,â Link says, and Taylor opens his eyes to see his best friend gazing at their interlocked hands adoringly. âI love you, too.â Their eyes meet, and Taylorâs stomach feels all sorts of fluttery. âIn that way, I think.â
âOh,â Taylor says, awestruck. âThatâs⊠wow. Okay.â
âOkay?â Lincoln repeats with a smile in his voice, tracing his thumb along the side of Taylorâs hand.Â
âYeah,â Taylor responds, feeling⊠well, he canât put a name to it. But itâs a lot.Â
It wells up in the spaces between his ribs as he glances sidelong at Link, studying the way the rays of golden morning light peek through the blinds to stripe his skin with shades of copper and amber, the way his shirt and his hair are all sleep-softened and rumpled, the way his thumb traces absentmindedly along the side of their joined hands again and again as they lapse into a comfortable silence.
Taylorâs never been one for romance, or for dating, or for particularly wanting either of those things for himself. But when he looks at Lincoln, he thinks he really, really, really wants this. Whatever this is.
Linkâs eyebrows furrow, the way they always do when he gets in his head about something. It turns the pale slash of his scar to a lightning-bolt squiggle, and the strange longing-affection threatens to overwhelm him entirely.Â
Taylor kinda wants to press his thumb against that scar, smooth it over, meet that mark of his friendâs devotion with a gesture of his own.
âTaylorâŠâ Lincoln starts, brows still pinched together and the uncertainty in his tone hangs in the air.
âMhm?â He runs a thumb across Linkâs knuckles, nudges his shoulder, a wordless go on, Iâm listening.
âWhat do you wanna try out, exactly?âÂ
When Taylor looks up at him, he adds, âWe donât have to talk about it right now if you donât want to! I just - I figured! I donât know, actually, Iâve never, uh, been in this type of relationship before. If youâre okay with calling it that, haha.â
âLink.â Taylor says, squeezing his hand, and the boy next to him stills almost entirely. âYou donât have to be nervous with me, man. Not like Iâve exactly done this, either.â
Taylor hums a little, shifting on the mattress to rest his head against Linkâs shoulder in an attempt to calm his friendâs (partnerâs?) nerves. It seems like it works a little.
âI think I really like what we have now,â Taylor answers eventually. âI like cuddling with you. Hugging you, holding your hand, spending time with you. Sleeping in the same bed, waking up next to you, like you said. I donât think Iâd ever stop liking that. I donât really want to like, date, or anything,â he says, glancing down at the comforter. Link squeezes his hand, wordless reassurance, and Taylor smiles to himself. âBut if you want to try something new,â he considers, âI guess I wouldnât be against that.â
âLike⊠kissing?â Link asks hesitantly.
âI, uh⊠I guess I didnât mind it, earlier,â Taylor mumbles, and god, he can feel himself blushing.
Suddenly, the floor is much more interesting. Taylor accidentally makes direct eye contact with one of his body pillows, and his face heats further as he quickly looks anywhere else.
âOoh, you liked it, huh?â Link asks, a teasing lilt to his voice as he nudges his shoulder, and of course thatâs the conclusion he would come to seeing Taylor all flustered and red-cheeked like this.
âI - I donât know!â he blurts, a response to a question that probably wasnât expecting an answer. âI mean,â Taylor fidgets nervously, his free hand twisting in the blankets. âI wasnât expecting it, and that was my first kiss, and everything happened so fast and I was worried about you and -â his face feels so, so red right now. God, this is embarrassing.Â
âHey, you donât have to be nervous with me,â Link echoes. âAnd, uh, sorry that I stole your first kiss. That was kinda shitty.â
âYou already apologized,â Taylor replies, feeling a little calmer. âPlus, itâs not like you meant to.â
âI didnât,â he agrees. âNot then, at least. Iâve thought about it before, though.â
âYou have?â Taylor asks, gaping at Link in surprise.
âUh, yeah,â Lincoln glances away, bashful, but then he looks down at Taylor, and the earnest gleam in his eyes sets Taylorâs heart pounding in his chest. âIâve thought about it⊠kind of a lot. Youâre, like, really pretty, dude. And funny, and kind, and smart, and loyalâŠâ
âThanks,â Taylor says, and he would be more self-conscious of his voice cracking if his brain wasnât currently working overtime to process this new information.
Link likes me. Link loves me. Link thinks Iâm pretty. Linkâs thought about kissing me âkind of a lot.â Holy fuck.
âWell, do you⊠uh.â Link pauses. âDo you wanna find out if you like it? Like kissing someone, I mean. With me?â
Jesus Christ. This boy is going to be the death of him.Â
âYou can say no, by the way. I wouldnât think of you any differently if you donât want to,â Lincoln reassures quickly, though he seems a little less anxious now. âSo, uh. No pressure. But also if it turns out you donât like kissing, thatâs totally okay, and -â
âOkay,â Taylor interrupts.
âOkay?â
âOkay,â he confirms. âIâd rather figure it out with you than with anyone else. I trust you.â
âOh,â Link mutters, seemingly more to himself than to Taylor. âYou sure?â
Thereâs something fragile about the expression on his partnerâs face, something long-closed-off, something vulnerable. The Taylor from a few months ago wouldâve run from it, wouldâve jostled him a little too roughly and smiled a little too toothily until Linkâs expression matched his and things were much less precarious again.
Taylor as he is now, though, lets go of his hand, shifts around on the bed until he sits facing Lincoln, legs straddling his thighs, a few inches of space left between their chests.Â
âFigured this might be easier,â he says, looking into Linkâs wide, dark eyes. âYou good?â
âUm,â Link responds tactfully. âHere, let me just⊠could you get off for a second?â
Taylor quirks a brow at him but complies, and Lincoln makes a bit more space between himself and the headboard, shifting to sit with his legs crisscrossed. Taylor copies him, scooting close enough that their knees touch.
âBetter?â Taylor asks.
âMuch,â Link replies, looking visibly relieved. Taylor doesnât really see much of a difference, but itâs definitely nicer to see him more comfortable.
On the other hand, the fact that his best friend is about to kiss him on purpose has Taylor feeling like heâs about to vibrate out of his skin.
âWhere do you want me to kiss you?â Link asks, gazing at Taylor with so much open affection that he thinks he might explode.
âWhuh?â Taylor responds intelligently.
âYou look nervous,â Link says, taking his hand again, loosely enough so that Taylor could pull away if he wanted to (he doesnât). âItâs just me, we donât have to kiss if you donât want to.â
But I do want to. Maybe, Taylor thinks.
âWould it be okay if you kissed me on the forehead instead?â Taylor says aloud.
Lincoln smiles, and Taylor thinks that even if he closed his eyes, he would still be able to see the radiance of it through the backs of his eyelids.
âMore than okay,â he responds, and leans in closer.Â
Taylor squeaks as Linkâs hand cups the side of his face.
âYou alright?â Link asks, pausing.
âYeah,â Taylor says. Linkâs cold fingers make a stark contrast against his heated face, and he closes his eyes, leaning into his palm.
Above him, he can hear the way Link exhales, feel the way he closes the distance between them.
Then, thereâs a soft pressure at Taylorâs temple, warm and loving. The pressure remains there for a few short seconds, and then Link backs away with a barely-audible sound.
Taylor opens his eyes and lifts his head, and Link drops his hand to Taylorâs knee. Heâs much closer than before, and the proximity combined with the lingering sensation of his lips against his skin floods Taylor with a giddy, dizzying feeling.
âSo, whatâs the verdict?â Link asks.Â
âGood,â Taylor says, a little breathless. âI, uh, really liked that.â
âWould you be okay with me doing that more often, then?â
Taylor doesnât even need to stop and consider it. âYeah,â he replies, and Lincoln smiles, and he smiles back. âMore than okay.â
Linkâs smile grows, and Taylor finds himself staring at his lips. He lets himself wonder what it would feel like to kiss him, and something swoops in his stomach, a heady concoction of nerves and curiosity and longing.
The smile fades, and his friendâs mouth is slightly downturned in concern. Itâs unfair, Taylor thinks, for Link to look handsome even when he frowns. Even so, heâd much rather have him grinning and happy and next to him, and maybe Taylor wonders what it would be like to turn to him and pull him down by the collar of his shirt and fit his lips to the seam of that smile -
âTaylor?â
âWoah,â Taylor mutters, shaking himself out of his forehead-kiss-induced-madness. Because thatâs what that was, thatâs all that was, right?
âYou good?â
âUh,â Taylor says, still a little transfixed at the way Linkâs lips shape out the words.
Ask him, ask him, ask him.
âDo you want me to kiss you?â Tumbles out of Taylorâs mouth.
Linkâs eyes go wide.Â
âWhat?â The question isnât quite a squeak, but itâs almost there.
âBecause I think I kinda wanna kiss you.â
âAre⊠are you sure?â Link brings his hand up to rest it against Taylorâs cheek again, but it hangs in the air, wavering, like he isnât sure if heâs allowed to want this.
Taylor thinks thatâs pretty stupid, so he snatches his hand out of the space between them, presses his friendâs calloused palm to the contour of his jaw.
Link breathes out shakily. Taylor leans a little further into his space, their foreheads practically touching, looking into his deep, dark eyes.
âIâm sure. Like I said, I trust you.â
âOkay,â Link says, just barely loud enough to be heard. His eyes flit downward to Taylorâs lips, and he tilts Taylorâs jaw the slightest amount, and Taylor closes his eyes against the gentleness of his partnerâs touch, against the fierceness of the drumming in his chest.
All the manga and anime and romance movies hadnât really prepared him for this, Taylor thinks. There are no fireworks as Link kisses him, no burning passion beyond the flustered, demonically-assisted heat already scorching his cheeks.
Itâs nothing magical, nothing world-endingly special. Definitely not something that should justify a whole plotâs worth of hype, in his opinion.
Even so, kissing his closest friend feels like something sacred and mundane at the same time. He leans his face just the slightest bit further into Linkâs hand, to feel the slowly-softening calluses scattered along his palm, and the gesture has Lincoln humming something delicate thatâs muffled against his mouth. The vibrations of it reach down to Taylorâs soul as Lincolnâs lips turn up just the slightest fraction - not enough to break the kiss, but enough so that he can feel it.
Link keeps the kiss chaste, which Taylor greatly appreciates, but thereâs something slow and achingly gentle about it. His partnerâs other hand moves to the nape of his neck, fingers running through the flyaway hairs there tentatively, then less so as a pleased sigh crawls out of Taylorâs throat, unbidden.Â
Kissing isâŠÂ less than what itâs made out to be, Taylor thinks, but itâs not necessarily bad. Strange, new, a little vulnerable in a way that might freak him out under certain circumstances. But here and now, held within Linkâs arms, he decides he feels⊠safe. Cared for. Seen, but by someone heâs okay with being seen by.
After a few moments, Link pulls away, and Taylor lets him, still reveling in the feeling of his palm against his cheek and his hand in his hair and the ghost of pressure against his lips.
âSo, Tay,â he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper as Taylor opens his eyes. âWhatâd ya think?â
Linkâs brown eyes search his face for any signs of discomfort before meeting his own again, and the enormity of his gaze - unabashed, unashamed, so visibly loving and concerned - has something building up in his throat.
âDonât - you canât just look at me like that,â Taylor says, voice hoarse, and theyâd barely even done anything but heâs still overwhelmed, somehow.
âSorry,â Link responds, rote and hushed, but his voice pitches up at the end, question implicit.
âSorry,â he echoes back, âIâm just - not used toâŠâ He pulls his hand away from its place on Linkâs shoulder (when had that happened), waving it around in the minimal space between them to gesture at - well, whatever they have going on.
Lincoln nods, blessedly understanding, and though he glances elsewhere, Taylor knows the starry-eyed, near-worshipful awe painted across Linkâs features wonât fade from his memory anytime soon.
âItâs kinda scary, isnât it?â He says, eyes flitting to focus on the way their knees bump together atop the comforter.
âGod, terrifying,â Taylor replies, slumping forward to rest his forehead on Linkâs shoulder.
Linkâs arms circle around him wordlessly, automatically, and it feels like relief, like comfort, like home.
âI thought my heart was gonna, like, explode,â he admits into his best friendâs sleep shirt. âIs it always like that?â
âWhat? Kissing?â
âNo, not that,â Taylor replies. âLike⊠I donât know. Feelings?â
âI⊠I donât know,â Lincoln settles on after a beat of contemplative silence. âI think youâre the first person Iâve ever really liked this way.â
âSame here,â Taylor admits, leaning further into him simply because it feels right to do so. âI mean, I have little crushes every now and then, but youâre the only one thatâs stuck.â He pauses a little, considering. âEven if I donât like kissing as much as you do.â
âThatâs okay,â Link says.
âNot a deal breaker for you, Boss?â
Link gives that cute little half-laugh of his. âFar from it, honey.â
Then, âWas that okay?â
Taylor might as well be permanently flushed around Link from here on out.
âYep!â He chirps, maybe a little too loudly. âMore than okay, babe.â
âYou know, I thought I would hate that, but it sounds kinda cute when itâs you saying it,â His partner says, and Taylor canât fight the toothy grin pulling at his lips.Â
Then, his mouth stretches a little wider into a yawn.
âTired?â Link asks, hand drawing meaningless patterns on his back as Taylor nods against his shoulder.
Link hums. âWhat if I got up to close the blinds and we slept in a little later?â
âThat sounds like a great idea, partner,â Taylor replies, a little giddiness welling up in him because theyâre partners, now.
And Taylor doesnât really know what all that entails, yet, but as he watches Link get up and make his way across the room, he figures that itâll be alright. After all, heâs got his ride-or-die at his side through it all in more ways than one.Â
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